ARIA'S POV.
Replacing the old flowers with the fresh ones turned out to be easier than I expected. Room by room, I worked quietly, moving in and out like a shadow with a basket full of flowers. The house felt almost too still, the kind of silence that made every sound echo through the wide hallways. But I was grateful for it.
Everyone was downstairs for breakfast now. Thank the Moon Goddess. The last thing I wanted was another unpleasant encounter with Dante’s equally unpleasant family. Being in their line of sight always felt like standing in front of a firing squad, waiting for the sneer, the insult, or the command.
At least with them gone, I could move in peace.
I carried the basket of flowers against my hip and pushed open the next door with my shoulder. The faint smell of old wate
